winter
The sun’s visits are growing shorter by the day and it feels
as if my days themselves are doing the same. There is this darkness within that
I can’t seem to extinguish without you. But you are so distant and so cold now
that all hope is lost. And still I cling. I cringe when I imagine what you must
think and feel. How you must see me as something so far removed, an ancient
relic of the past; replaced again and again by things more meaningful and more
exciting. To me, interactions with humans are few and occur very
infrequently. Therefore, to meet one like you is something incredibly unique
but to share the intimacy that we did is something beyond imagination and meant
more to me than you could ever possibly know. I’ve been trying for so long to
let go. I trudge on in search for a reason to trudge on. And as another winter
arrives there doesn’t seem to be one.
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